An Artistic Day

At school today, there was this riddle competition, and whoever wrote the "best" riddle in my class got a prize. And it just so happens that the teacher picked mine. We had to write riddles about figures in the Iliad. My riddle, in my opinion, was fairly simple. See if you can figure it out:

I ran swift, so swift

To tell the man

Who is strong and courageous

To not lend a hand

Well, I can't remember the exact wording, but I'm pretty sure that was it. Can you figure it out? The figure is the Goddess Iris. 

To add to the pleasure of my win, it rained today. Rain is magnificent, beautiful, cleansing. I love the rain. Because the rain tends to inspire artistic desires in some people, I guess I'll share another poem. This one is the latest poem I have written, and its kind of odd. If my journal was not in storage, I would be sharing a poem I wrote about a storm in seventh grade, but since my journal IS in storage, I'll just make due with what I have.

The Ice Man

Whenever you are around

I can feel

Your Chill

Your icy presence

Affects me

Takes a deathly grasp on my warm soul

You affect me like

A stone

Rippling the pool of my heart

Your look

The way you stare in my eyes

I can feel your pain

You hurt

But I don't care

Anymore

And every time I see you

I can hear how much you want me

Miss me

But I will never come back to you

You suffer now

As you should

All your remorse

I can sense it

In the way you move

Across the room from you

When you notice me

I can taste your urge to speak to me

But I know who you are

You are the Man of Ice

And you freeze everyone

You try to hold on to people

But they just melt

Right through your cold stiff fingers

And that's the way your life

Is doomed to be

Losing the ones you want to keep

A little bit of a downer for such a glorious day. Oh well! Let me know what you think!

Love, 

Andrea